While he gropes himself with eunuch fists, I sow my sole into his teeth and finger him for cash.

Miracle Bubbles

Reversed perspective projection
behind some old Castlevania
curtain wall, I sit jumping,
leaning through cubed spike
bricks, until the HUD flashes
clear and I’m out of bounds
now, the enormous flat plane
skyline revealed, that gritty
zipper now naked
and at my feet, text-
ured platforms in a series
going down, unseen and stupid.
Two ground pounds
later, Indian-legged,
I jerk off my jeans and
pull out my dick,cut,
but the portcullis grid sticks to my
shoelaces, and from way down
below, from the middle of
that fractal basin, miracle
bubbles burst upward,all in a rush,
and I can’t feel my whip
and my health is so heavy.

Tonya Chocolate Lunch Time
raises her glass, a toast to never having tosexualize her children on film and to the day’s spoils, rotten and gold.
The rest of her party, the clerk, the cleric, and three princess chiefs, agree
and agree around the Holy Saint Weed Plant that burns
real slow in the pyre.